Every day I am tempted to try to control other people. There I am, minding my own business, and suddenly someone treats me like I don’t want to be treated and all I can think about is how to change them. Why can’t they just see what I see? Their behavior is so obvious and it’s bad—it’s so obviously bad! If they would just do x, y, and z, the problem would be solved.
I lay out perfect plans every day, for other people.
And every day I’m tempted to think about these people and how irritating they are and how much better off they would be if they would listen to my plan and enact my plan and treat me better.
That desire for control clings to me and pulls inward like a dried up bungee cord. The part I usually forget is that I’ll never have that control. If I did, I wouldn’t know what to do with it. I haven’t even learned how to control myself.